To friends far off:
My friends, how I long for you. How I am for you and wish to be with you. I think of you and hope for you in earnest. From afar I see little pieces, bits of light in the expanse of your life, and I am joyful. If I'm honest, being so far from you sucks. The distance is right and good and for a purpose, but it still sucks.
I ache for days shared, for loud nights and quiet mornings, for the sun shining in your eyes, making the moments light as the breaking dawn. I miss our feet tramping through snow and ice and grass and sand, those 'ventures with no goal in sight save the next bend, the next dune, the next crag in the icy wasteland. I miss your hands, stained with paint and ink and care, calloused with much making, eager to grab hold of whatever joy awaits on the horizon.
And I miss your voices. I miss the shouts over a winning match at the gaming table or an insane disc toss. I miss having my ears ring with your laughter, with the songs we would sing together. I miss those conversations over coffee or craft brews when we'd wrestle truth into each other's souls with the best words we could muster.
Mostly, I just miss you, you in all your vibrance. I long for the day when we can simply take in the morning light together. May it come soon.
-Zach
